The Call from France, Chameleon Had Rotten Luck

After logging out of WeChat, Qin Fen relaxed at home. Whether it was the Heavenly Court or the Earthly Immortal Realm, once the Heavenly Dao blocked the signal, none of it had anything to do with him. He had no idea what he had done, but over there, nearly everyone was going mad again, left collectively speechless.

Without realizing it, Chef Qin had accomplished a great feat. The ancestor of Earth Immortals had knelt before someone—and done so willingly. This could practically go down in history. Unfortunately, he did not know, and aside from those directly involved at Five Villages Temple, no one else knew either.

Only Heaven knew, Earth knew, you knew, and I knew. Even so, Brother Fen was unprecedented and unmatched. The deadliest bragging was the kind no one noticed, and his invisible manipulation had been utterly complete. Zhen Yuanzi had already been driven mad by his words.

His phone rang softly. Qin Fen looked at the number and did not recognize it at all. When he answered, he found that it was Old Tang.

"Little Qin, congratulations. I heard you're going to be on A Bite of China again."

Could you not use the word "again"? The chef felt a little pained. "It's all right."

"Being overly modest is just obnoxious, isn't it? But you did well this time. You stunned all my friends. Also, I have good news for you. After Mid-Autumn Festival, you might get a surprise."

A surprise? Had he won the Double Color Ball? What nonsense. Qin Fen thought of those foreigners. Were they going to invite him abroad to cook? It looked like he would have to fleece them hard. He had to sharpen his knife first.

"What surprise?" Qin Fen asked.

"Guess."

Qin Fen was speechless. He wanted to curse.